LOGINA young sports therapist, Mila Torres, joins the Frost City Titans, a pro hockey team famous for their talent and infamous for their tempers. What she didn’t expect? Four star players become fiercely… and dangerously attached to her. The Captain, disciplined and untouchable, keeps breaking his own rules for her. The Goalie, calm and unreadable, hides an obsessive intensity. The Enforcer, violent on the ice, is fiercely protective off it. The Rookie, reckless and young, falls hard with zero brakes. As the season heats up, so do the rivalries—on and off the ice. Mila is their anchor, their obsession, and their weakness. But the deeper she falls, the more she realizes the team’s greatest threat isn’t the championship… it is the four men who refuse to share the ice or HER.
View MoreThe sunlight streamed sharply through Mila’s blinds, highlighting every corner of her apartment. She woke slowly, still dazed from the intensity of last night. Ryder’s hands, his control, the heat between them—it all came rushing back. It thrilled her… and scared her a little. No one could ever know.Her body still felt the echo of his touch. Even lying in bed, she could feel the memory of his hands, the way he had guided her, claimed her space without saying a word. She shook slightly, trying to push the thoughts away, focusing instead on the tasks waiting for her today.Her phone buzzed once. A message from Ryder: “Breakfast after practice? I will wait.” Her heart jumped. His simple words carried heavy intent. She typed back quickly, keeping it casual: “See you at the rink.”She stared at the screen for a moment after sending it, the corners of her mouth lifting in a nervous half-smile. Her mind ticked over every detail from last night, wondering if Ryder would act the same in dayli
Night settled over the city, turning the arena windows into dark mirrors. Inside, the rink was quiet, lit only by a few overhead lights. Mila walked slowly across the empty space, her footsteps echoing. She’d stayed late again—partly for work, partly for the peace that let her think through the day’s tension.Ryder appeared almost silently, as if he’d always been there. His jacket hung over his arm, and his eyes locked on her the second he saw her. Mila’s heartbeat kicked up, sharper than she expected.“You are still here,” he said, voice low enough to make her pause.“I like the silence,” she replied. “And I wanted to get things ready for tomorrow.”Ryder took a step closer, closing the space between them. The warmth of his body brushed against hers as he leaned slightly forward. “You’ve been handling everything too well,” he said quietly. “I wanted a moment alone with you. No noise. No eyes on us.”Her breath hitched, though she kept her posture calm. “I guess… that is fine,” she wh
Mila arrived early, the morning light filtering through the high windows, painting the ice in streaks of gold. She pulled her jacket tighter around her, clipboard pressed to her chest, scanning the notes she had made yesterday, replaying drills and minor observations. Luka’s presence stayed in her mind, his silent watchfulness from yesterday still pressing against her awareness like a shadow she couldn’t shake.The arena was quiet, but the calm didn’t fool her. Mila could already feel the shift—the players were tense, more alert, and Ryder’s influence hung in the air even though he wasn’t beside her. Her heartbeat picked up as she stepped onto the ice, boots crunching lightly. She liked mornings like this—when everything was still in place, and she had full control before the day’s chaos hit.Players started drifting in. Mila moved through them smoothly, checking gear, fixing setups, assigning drills. Her instructions were calm but firm, and everyone listened. Even the younger players
The rink was empty, except for the faint scraping of skates against the ice. Mila pulled her jacket tighter around her shoulders, her breath visible in the chilled air. She had stayed late to check the equipment, organize some notes, and make sure everything was ready for the next day’s session. The solitude was familiar, comforting even. She liked this quiet moment after the chaos of practice, when the echoes of shouting and skates pounding the ice had faded, leaving only stillness.She adjusted her clipboard, flipping through the pages as her eyes scanned each note carefully. The team had been testing her patience lately—Ryder had been on edge, Carson was proving to be an unpredictable thorn, and Luka had been a mystery she wasn’t sure how to solve. There was something about him, the way he watched without saying much, the way he seemed to measure everything in silence. It made her uneasy and, strangely, aware of her own heartbeat whenever he was near.A sudden movement at the edge
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